Bellows Free Academy - Alpha Omega Yearbook (St Albans, VT)

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24 B.F.A. Mercury Luckily, one of those fast airplanes, Yettis Ietts, flew by slowly enough for us to grab the propel- ler and after a few dizzy spins, we reached the cockpit, discovering that the plane was being piloted by Sweeney and McSweeney, owners of a large ranch, and evidently on the way to at- tend the celebration. Their guest was Lawrence Berger, genuine country gentleman. As they traveled, they turned on their radio in time to hear 'Ace' Beauvais announce the coming heavy- weight boxing match, sponsored by Cloughis Candy Co., distributors of Fortin's Popsicles, and Barrettis Peanut Brittle. The announcer continued, N ow the contenders step out of their corners. The man in the bluef trunks is 6 ft. 2 in. Stewart Sartwell, defending his title against 6 ft. 232 in. Dick Yates, wearing green trunks. Referee for tonight's game is Leonard Ledouxf, VVhile we were busy listening to the boxing match, another of Yettis Ietts whizzed by, and by the conversation of Ray and Barb, the pilots, we heard that D.D.T. Davis was at the wheel. They said that Davis was called D.D.T. with reason, for he is a detective famous for Detectin' Da Truthfi He was on his way to get facts on a recent scandal, where society editor Janice Pud- var was suing Dawn Gregory Strout, leading lecturer, for calling her names. Dawn was known to have called Ianice, Motorboat.v Because we had been nestled in the folds of an old dusty parachute, we hurried, as soon as we had landed, to a Turkish bath, capably managed by Anita Bathalon. The place was crowded, no doubt because of Eugene Bates, whom we had seen baiting customers out front, and because of the warm welcome offered by Verno Tatro, the hat-check girl. Other prize at- tractions featured were lessons on how to keep youngi' ably taught by Eddie Chevalier, the art of jujitsuv coached by Marion Satchell'i Church- ill and, swimming in one easy plungev through the courtesy of Don B. Mears. One of the most steady patrons was joseph Bulger, who was still fighting the Battle of the Bulgef, Because we found no baths our size, I agreed with Certie that we should eat, and she led me next door to the large and brightly lighted res- taurant, which we later found to be a part of a huge department store. The gaily colored sign displayed the fact that it specialized in Shrimp. Below, the flashing letters read: Ronald Shepard, Manager, At one of the shiny tables, Dick Viens, the department store Hoorwalker was apparently enjoying the speciality of the restaurants famous French cuisiniere, Madame Pauline Boivin, namely shrimpburgers. The head of the de- partment store was Merton Silk, with many em- ployees under him. Silk's Department Store was noted for its fashionable clothing section, for whcih much credit goes to the dress designers, Mademoiselle Helen Lapierre, and Madame Florence Cingras. Some of their exquisite crea- tions were to be seen modeled by Ianice Bell and joanne Bicknell. However, there is not much doubt that the most select part of the store- was on the upper floor, the fur department, capably managed by two Coons, Betty and Bernard. Gertie: Night fell, and we followed the crowd to the most popular place, the theater. After we had arranged ourselves comfortably in the footlight,-you see, lim nearsighted, and I'd left my glasses at home,-we were prepared to enjoy the play, The Mystery of the Pork Skele- toni, or VVho Cnawed the Hambones?,', starring Marjorie Louise Hamm and Ronald Chase, Pat- rick Bonesv Murphy. Between the first two acts, the audience was charmed by the motions of two exotic- dancers, Eleanor Bourdeau and Mary Lou McCaulley. To relieve the mounting excitement of the audience, caused by the drama, Anita Richard, famous radio comedienne, was featured before the last act. The play suc- cessfully ended and the author and director, Jean Gilmore and john Phillips, respectively, took their bows. The next morning, after a comfortable night in the folds of the wine velvet curtains, I read aloud a newspaper, edited by Carol Bliss, that was missed by the janitor. Headlines that morn- ing read, Miracle Cure Discovered for Lazi- nessf, In smaller print, the explanation said, Randall Deming, world-known scientist, has proved that laziness can be cured by applying to himself the miracle drug discovered by his faith- ful helper, Janet Brooks. Among other note- worthy items, the Beauty Editoris column, writ- ten by Janice Audette, featured a review about a book on red hair, This, written by Betty Ovitt. was called, What of it? Also on the staff was an extremely capable proof-reader, Betty Reed. An eye-catching advertisement, drawn, no doubt, by versatile Bud Dacey, announced the exciting sports events to be held the following dav.

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l3.F.A. Mercury Several seniors served on the Mercury staff this year. Congratulations go to Carol Bliss for a line job as editor. This year we won the Willson Cup for our play in the Iunior Jamboree. lt was entitled uThe Pot Boilerf, Seven seniors were chosen to represent B. F. A. in the All-State Chorus at the animal Spring Music Festival. They,were: Flora Ver- nal, janet Brooks, Marjorie Hamm, Carol Bliss, Eugene Sequin, Ranny Deming, and Billy Bart- lett. And now we are graduating, our class his- tory is at an end. But wherever we go, whatever we do in the future, you can be sure Weill all go on making history. M55 fflU.fflfEl Ann Griffin and Annette Gregoire As We are now to graduate, Our classmates, future to foresee, We must in some strange way find out Just what they all will be. Shall we gaze into a crystal ball? Or take some magic potion ? No, we have something much more keen, To be mice is our notion. Gertie: Once upon a mouse cousin, called Myrtle, came to visit me at my new city home. I had decided to have a house-warming party, and because Myrtle is so timid, I invited no other guests. We had a grand time teasing the old gray family cat, and after- wards, what a feast we had! Iim afraid that we ate more than mice should, because soon after we began to feel drowsy and before long, we were fast asleep. It seemed as if we were moving towards the future, ten years, fifteen years, twenty years .... Suddenly We found ourselves in a Waste- paper basket, peering around old envelopes, carbon paper, and about a dozen Dixie cups. After a little more eavesdropping, we discovered that a conference was being held in this room. Around the council table sat Admirals Bostwick and Hunt, trying to settle the problem of Comi- nism. Others present were Colonel Artlnn' Hawkins, Sergeant Charles Sargent, and Lieu- time, my country tenant Shirley Messier, head of the VVomenis Corps. On the wall was a picture of Anne Creenough, the Blond Bomber. It appeared to us as if she had scored another hit, for Phil Brown, war correspondent for one of the leading newspapers, kept glancing her way. Two leading presidential candidates were there: lack Wood, with his pretty secretary, Ruth Lemnah, and Hoy Hurlbut. Roy needed no secretary because he could take shorthand himself. The problem was finally peacefully settled by Hubert Tromblay, mediator, who outlawed. Cominism in the first seat of the second row near the window in Room 21-wherever that isl Plans were being made for celebrations, and I wanted to hear them, but to my vexation, Myrtle had to sneeze. Myrtle: I couldnit help it. Certie would have sneezed too. if she had had her nose buried in a pile of pencil shavings. To avoid being dis- covered, Certie and I jumped out of the Window.

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B.F.A. Mercury ,- W Bac.. ., ..,... ?5 As we gained the street Myrtle narrowly missed being run over by a person on stilts. This was Iean Grover who had grown taller at last, for she was now on stilts and was sandwiched between two posters which read on one side, Come to the wrestling match! Lorraine May- hew may hew Jackie Hanceli' The other side read, Don,t miss this exciting event! For Jackie Hance may hew Lorraine Mayhew lin Bold black letters also announced the fact that Yvonne Guertin was to be the referee. M yrtle: A basketball game opened the sched- uled sports events. Certie and I wanted to at- tend, but since our feet were so tired, we slopped into the pocket of a passerby. By snooping through his pockets, we found a card on which was written, i'Honorable Thomas Greenwood IIID. At the game, the winning team, starring the Bouncing Basketball Bilodeau Brothers Uerry and Larryj was managed by Margaret Newton, former manager of a successful girls, basketball tournament team. Honorable men- tion went to two referees, Shirley 'iBuckshot,, Thomas, and Marilyn Ovitt, known as Little', Ovitt. The next sports event ended in a tie. It was a forty-yard dash between Claire Bed, May- nard and Shirley Speedy,, Kalahan. And as both had so much practice in running, 'iltedv on the basketball floor, and i'Speedy', on the way to school, they finished together. Another person to receive honors was Mitchell Sturgeon, who thrilled all by his daredevil tricks on the trapeze. A baseball game occurred then, and the distin- guished mezzo-soprano, Flora i'Flossiev Vernal, sang the Star Spangled Banner and threw the cE2' CS' :' '. 'i:f:E:2:1: ' ' 5 5 it ' first ball. The team coached by Dick Smith proved victors. The stars of the game were Duane Burnor, pitcher, Skippy Patenaude, and Billy Richards. 'Ihat night, we were among the thousands that gathered at the Opera House, eagerly await- ing the opening of the curtain. To keep order, two policewomen, Miriam Sunderland and Lo- retta Sears, arrived on the scene astride their horses. Inside, an atmosphere of breath-taking beauty pervaded. Soulful tones from a violin blended with the golden tenor of an operatic solo. As the spotlight played on them, it pointed out that the melody came from the instrument of Eugene Seguin, who now wore his hair long, and that the voice was that of Sir William Bartlett. In the next scene, lane Wood, who was still trying to be an angel, played on a harp. As she did this, Guy Saint Amand appeared in person, and harmonized with Ianie, the harpist. Gertie and I were in the spotlight, too, for all that while we were right there snuggled in one of the curls on janie's headdress. Gcrtie: As the music grew louder, we awoke and found that it was all a dream, or rather a prophetic nightmare, and we are still in 1950. XVe are not mice anymore, but senior girls in this wonderful class. As such, we realize that among ns are future presidents, famous scient- itst, great humanitarians and faithful leaders. As graduates of B. F. Afs Class of 1950, we sincerely hope that nothing but the best is in store for us, that our dearest wishes come tme, and that we may all live good, prosperous and happy lives. 65' 'A f ,..,., -ig 5:31, LT, 5 tl . Q.